I wish I had a barrel of rum
and sugar three hundred pound.
I-d put it in the College bell
and stir it -round and -round.
Let ev-ry honest fellow
drink his glass of hearty cheer,
For I-m a student of old Dartmouth
and a son of a gun for beer.

I-m a son of a, son of a, son of a,
son of a gun for beer.
I-m a son of a, son of a, son of a,
son of a gun for beer,
Like ev-ry honest fellow I like my whiskey clear.
For I-m a student of Old Dartmouth
and a son of a gun for beer.

And if I had a daughter, sir,
I-d dress her up in green;
I-d put her on the campus
just to coach the freshman team.
And if I had a son, sir,
I-ll tell you what he-d do
He-d yell, -To Hell with Harvard!-
like his Daddy used to do.

(Chorus)